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Lilith Luna Dusk
Night bled into morning.
And I let it.
Curled in the vast emptiness of my bed, staring at the ceiling like it owed me an answer. The blackout curtains filtered daylight into a bruised grey, like the room itself refused to look me in the eye.
Silence clung to me, cloying and oppressive, wrapping around my lungs like a second skin.
My phone buzzed violently across the marble nightstand.
Again.
And again.
I turned my head lazily and stared at the screen. It was bloated with red icons. Missed calls. Voicemails. Messages. Notifications from news apps. My name was trending again. Not for a scandal. Not for a murder. Not for a hostile takeover.
No. This time, they were calling it…
"The Crimson Succession."
Dramatic. Accurate.
I reached out, thumbed through the names. Board members. Executives. Wolves with power and titles but no spine. Every single one of them suddenly remembering that I was always the better option.
